Omar Musa - Dead Centre lyrics

[Verse 1: Omar Musa] They call me oversensitive and overzealous They're like a broken record, bro, they just don't know the pressures With it, I'm rapping again, vivid, with the pa**ion and venom ASIO is snapping their lens, sh**, I must be photogenic Cos every rap's an open letter, I'm too fly The broken-hearted albatross with golden feathers I got the people cheering for me from the rooftops I'm like Dr. J playing in his tube socks For the kids stashing cash in a shoebox Yehhh, we harmonise our pain like a doo wop [Pre-Hook: Omar Musa] Who's got the vendetta? Not a trendsetting outsider In the years to come you'll know that I was dead centre [Hook: Omar Musa] I'm dead centre, I'm dead centre A lone figure standing in the midst of bad weather I'm dead centre, I'm dead centre What a strange life mixing up the pain and pleasure [Post-Hook: Omar Musa] Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it f** your privilege [Verse 2: Omar Musa] When I handle mine, the camera's eyes are open When the banner flies, I walk alone like samurai or ronin I swing a katana, vandalise, opponents know I'm bringing the harm I know I might be dead when they choose to canonise my poems 'Cause it's hectic how the white men get elected But the brown boys get arrested and the pipe dreams they get septic And it mean they get reckless, and it might mean you get breathless And it might mean that the high beams on the crime scene before breakfast Living it up and not giving a f** and they're living amuck and they're spilling a cup And they're hitting you up with the grill of a truck and they're set to erupt, better listen to us Listen to us 'cause we mean what we say, and we say what we live and we live every day Where there's gentrification and urban decay and the people will pray for a positive change But they ain't seen it, so they just dream it And it ain't scenic: get the weight up off your chest Like a bench presser, dead set I know they call us Outsiders, but in years to come, they'll know we're dead centre [Hook: Omar Musa] I'm dead center I'm dead center I'm dead center [Post-Hook: Omar Musa] Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it f** your privilege [Breakdown: Omar Musa] You wanna get me, then take me down There's vacant lots, there's sacred ground You wanna get me, then take me down There's vacant lots, there's sacred ground You think you're king then take the crown Tyrannosaurus Rex: I shake the ground [Hook: Omar Musa] I'm dead centre, I'm dead centre A lone figure standing in the midst of bad weather I'm dead centre, I'm dead centre What a strange life mixing up the pain and pleasure